The Goddess

Walking down the street, the scent Hit me, crawling its way up my nose, Triggering the memories of her, and The smell of the warm cake, followed By the longing beep from the oven. I'm sitting there now, my feet Barely touching the floor, leaning on the counter, My eyes wide and expectant, watching her As she delicately smooths the whip cream, A goddess creating soft white clouds. The perfect slice is cut, its moistness Revealed, delicate as a flower, and Now the first bite, the best of them all, The most comforting, but it must end Eventually, as I have now come to realize. Standing here now, the smell was tempting, But it couldn't possibly compare, the goddesses creations Each unique, done like no other, the love Would never be there again, no Now, no one will ever compare. But I keep her memory in my heart, Her smile, the smell, will never be forgotten, And though one might think this bring me to tears, Instead I smile, for I feel her near.